A/N: Hello, This is my first Fanfic and i really hope all of you can enjoy it, please let me know your thoughts about this story and any ideas/comments are welcome. I should mention that english is not my first language and if there's any mistakes, i apologize. Again, let me know what you think!

Here it goes..

So this is it, i know it. This is where it all begins, my new life, my new goals, my new fears, my new challenges. This is it, and yes, I might freak out.

My name is Santana López, a 21 year old interior designer who just achieved her 'oh so dreamed' graduation and now is packing her bags to hit the road like Jack, except that I don't plan on not coming back no more. So yes, here I am filled with fears and excitement, with nostalgia and anticipation, and with a whole bunch of other feelings and thoughts balling up inside my chest and mind.

You'd think that I'm overwhelmed and stressed because of all the things that I need to do before I leave, I mean, pack everything, buy the essentials, make sure I don't leave anything behind and the worst and most difficult of them all: dealing with goodbyes.

Well yeah, that's true. But overall I'm extremely happy, I feel content and thankful. I am so ready to start my new life and I just can't wait to write this new chapter of my book 'cause that's how I am, I'm the type of girl who's not scared of messing up and I truly believe that my mistakes can never be mistaken. I can never be doing wrong in life or choose a wrong path as long as I learn something from each experience I get. So yes, I'm ready. I'm ready to get it right this time and I'm ready to get it wrong too. I'm ready to live.

So after repeating that in my mind for the millionth time I manage to calm all the butterflies that have been creating tiny hurricanes in my stomach all day, which means that now I can finally eat without feeling like I could throw up 5 minutes later. I'm looking forward to this dinner because it'll be with my family, all of us, including my brother who always seems to have a thousand plans everyday with his friends… But its cool I mean, what else can you expect from a 16 year old?.

We sat together at the table with the incredible homemade pizza resting in the center and after a brief look of encouragement from my mom we start digging in!.

I listen as my dad begins to tell me how much he's going to miss having me around and tells me that he sure as hell is going to come over to visit, he only needs to improve his English or as he said: "Mi inglés es Británico.. Es por eso que no lo entienden." I swear if you could only hear him in his attempts to ever enable a conversation with someone who speaks English, you'd probably die laughing, its freaking hilarious at least for me and my brother. My parents had always lived in Venezuela, which is where we're all from, and didn't really traveled frequently to any place with a different language than Spanish.. And the few times we've gone to the US together have only been to go to Disneyland and be little kids again or going to Miami to visit family, and you know both of those places are filled between Americans and Latin Americans so it was nerver really necessary for them to communicate like that.

My mom's a completely different story though, while my dad's really pulling off his "Im good with you moving out, I won't sit and miss you all day. I promise" attitude , my mom's failing miserably.. She just gives me this sad smiles and lingering looks, I return them trying to give her my most confident and "don't worry I'll be okay" look that I can give to reassure her. Of course she gets worried, I move out for college when I was 17 but I was just living in a different town, if anything ever happened it would only take a few hours car ride and they would be right there with me if needed. Now's different, I'm leaving and It's scary for both of us, but just as exciting for me. I know she'll be good. We'll be good, distance's nothing.

"Sabes que soy tu mamá y tu amiga y puedes llamarme cuando sea si se vuelve complicado o si quieres solo hablar, aunque sé que te irá más que bien ".. The support and trust she always gives me makes me feel strong and capable, it always has. I'm thankful for them, and I'm ready to do this.

So after the long and a little overdramatic goodbye scenes from my family and friends I am now sitting in this gigantic metal bird called airplane just waiting to takeoff, yes, I'm doing this. Santana López is moving to the United States of America. Yep, there's no going back now.. Crap, there really isn't.

Los Angeles California. I'm finally here, originally i thought about moving to New York but eventually decided that LA would be best, this is definitely more like me, although im definitely going to New York, just not yet. The flight was eternal which means the nauseas were eternal and now I'm the lobby of the building in which from now on I'll live and all that I can say is Thank God im here

Okay so, my apartment's small 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, kitchen, small living room, and a lovely view. I came here before to settle certain things such as furniture and kitchen supplies that I'll figure out how to use later… I have pretty much all the essentials covered, except for food. And boy do I need that

I decided to grab a sweater from one of my bags and my keys to go out and try to find the nearest grocery store and get me my much needed food. I head to the staircase, there's and elevator of course but I kind of like the exercise and using the stairs it's a great cardio and—okay fine. I hate elevators. I just, I hate them.

Turns out that 'finding the nearest grocery store mission' wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, I was able to find one no more than 3 blocks away. I find myself just amazed by everything around me as I walk, the culture most of all. So alike and yet so different, I've always enjoyed walking around, there's just something about all the people passing by and their random and sometimes strange but always interesting personalities. I guess LA really fulfills that aspect, you can definitely find a collage of personalities here.

I took my cart to the emptiest cashier I could find, paid for everything and grabbed all of those bags and started heading home "Maybe I didn't think this through" I thought as I started swinging the weight I had on me between my hands.

I tried to walk as fast and as slow as I could at the same time I sighed in relief when I saw my building getting nearer and nearer.

Just as I was crossing the door and stepping inside I bumped into someone who was just doing the exact same thing as I was and apparently neither of us were paying attention if someone was around.

Ok, maybe I am the type of person who gets irritated and starts throwing daggers at the one 'disturbing' them, But I just do that when someone get's to me in a really terrible way.. and I really can't help it, only this time im not gonna just lash out on the first person just because, I have my limits and that probably wouldn't be the best start for my life here… Right?. So, I immediately turned around to apologize and noticed that the person who ran into me wasn't actually looking; she had her hands covering her eyes shut as if she had a terrible headache. Of course, in the moment of our little crash she removed her hands from her face and that's when I saw them. The most incredible and beautiful eyes I don't think I've ever seen in my life, they were clear as a morning sky and deep as the ocean.

She looked sad and torn. I remained still not being able to look away, she quickly grazed one of her palms across her right cheek like trying to sweep away any trace of tears, but they weren't any visible ones. I realized after this that I was actually staring and felt completely embarrassed and turned away to look at whatever it was on the opposite side, I cleared my throat, look again back at her and decide to talk and avoid any more awkwardness.

"Uh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run over you like a drunk person I was just really focused on this bags and got distracted and obviously didn't pay attention to anything around me, did I hit you hard? I didn't mean to either, again I—"(Great, I'm rambling)

Her laugh cut off my uncomfortable rant and said between smiles

"Hey… Whoa, hi… Don't worry its okay you didn't 'run over me like a drunk person' and didn't hurt me either" She flashed a smile and it made my lips curl up and smile at her as well "And I'm sorry too"..

"Well yeah.. " I said with a little smile still on my lips "It's no problem from my part, I'm still sorry, but you… Wait, you're grabbing onto your arm like it hurts. Crap, I did hit you hard didn't I?" I said while putting my bags on the floor and going to check if she was fine but not really daring to touch her.

"Oh no no, not at all.. I just had a bad landing while practicing a complicated dance move and fell on my arm on top of another dancer's foot, so yeah… bruise." She said while lifting her sleeve a little bit to let me have a look of her little purple bruise.

"Ouch, Im sorry for… I don't know, making it hurt again?" I said feeling a little guilty all of a sudden.

"Hahaha wow, you really like apologizing don't you?" Well that was weird, 'cause I don't really tend to be like this

"Don't worry… anyway you're.. visiting someone maybe?"

I laughed and said "Well, actually just moving in today..."

"Oh well great, welcome! My name's Brittany" She extended her hand and flashed me another smile, I looked from her hand to her eyes and smiled with my lips and returned the gesture "Hi Brittany, I'm Santana, It's a Pleasure..."

"So, you need help with those?, I can help you carry them to the elevator" she said.

"Oh. Yeah I think I'm going to take the stairs so- it's okay, don't worry about it"

"Seriously? With all of those bags? What floor are you going?"

"Well, my apartment's in the seventh floor…"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled a little "Wow, well that's kind of a long road don't you think?"

"No no, It's cool really, the thing is… I don't really do elevators, I'm kinda scared… of them…" I trailed off feeling embarrassed.

She giggled noticing how awkward I felt saying that and said "well would you look at that?, I live in the 7th floor as well so, let's go!" she said while taking two stacked bags from the floor and leaving two more there for me to grab

"Oh no wait no. I mean don't, you don't have to. It's okay you can catch the elevator and I'll just take the stairs, it's completely fine by me, I'm used to it. Back home I use to live in the 10th floor so this is a piece of cake actually.."

By that time she was already at the staircase and turn around and said "You're hard to convince, but that's cool. I think I like you." 'Hard to convince' hahaha, this girl hit that jackpot already.. I guess I am, depending on what im being convinced about though.. "Good thing I don't back down either. Now, I said let's go." She said in a sweet commanding tone and I just had to go with it. Happily, of course.

We took our time to go up till our apartments to not get tired and still keep talking

"So, how are you liking LA so far? Is it how you expected it?" she asked me

"Well, so far so good. I still feel weird but it's a good weird. I've come here before and from the little I've gathered there's a lot of change. I mean it is a whole new country.." I told her.

"I knew you had an accent, you're latin right? May I know where you from?"

"Haha yeah, I am. From Venezuela and yeah, this is all new to me but at the same time it's kinda familiar you know?"

"Yeah I got you, I'm from Arizona. Which is kinda different from LA in many aspects but I still feel like I'm in home you know? I fit in this place." She told me

"Yes I know. That's how I've always felt every time I came here… that's why I decided to move here instead of any other place"

"Well you seem very nice, I think I'm Glad you chose L.A" she said with a mega watt smile and we stopped because we reached our destination.

I stood there not really wanting her to see my face because truth is that it felt nice, to be alone and have someone already making you feel welcome… I really appreciated it.

"So, this is my new home". I said as I led her inside and we put the bags on the kitchen counter.

"This is nice. I like your taste." She said in a goofy sarcastic tone and I laughed "Well duh, I did just moved in, you can't expect me to have much going on in here. But I will, I promise, I have some great ideas for this place. Do you want something to drink?"

She nodded and eyed me and said "Wow you sound more serious than dreamy. You sound like a pro."

"Oh no, definitely not pro but it is what I do… I'm an interior designer." I said while taking out two glasses from the cabinet and started washing them

"Really? Wow, that is so cool, maybe you could give some ideas for my place too one day."

"Of course. Not only I'd love to but also it would be the least I could do after you've beeng so cool to me Right?." I said while giving her a glass of soda and sharing a smile with her "So, Have you been living here for long?... "

She took her glass and said a quick thank you and continued to talk "Well I've been living here for around a year and a half. I moved here when I was 20 to pursue dancing which is what I love to do and here I've gotten some cool jobs and training and well yeah. Been here ever since" She looked at her phone that had just buzzed and her eyes opened wide "Shit! I totally forgot I have to be at the studio right now… It sucks that i have to live without not even having 2 min here but.."

"What? No! I totally get it .. I'm sorry for holding you up. Go! You must be late already.."

She giggled "Again with the apologies… Well don't be sorry. It was me, don't mention it" she grabbed her bag and headed to the door

"Well… Thank you. For helping me and everything… It was nice of you" I said when we were outside the apartment feeling kinda awkward

"Well what are neighbors for right?.. You're welcome, hope you like this place… Maybe we'll bump into each other soon enough?"

"Hahaha Totally. And without me hurting your arm hopefully"

She rolled her eyes laughing a little and I raised my arms letting go "Finee.. I didn't hurt you.. Okay"

She laughed and said "There we go.. Making progress!.. haha.. I'll see you later neighbor!" She said with a wink and started walking to the elevator..

I entered my apartment again closing the door behind me and couldn't help the smile on my face..

Maybe this adventure is going to be better than I thought it would be.